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One thing I is virgin suicide
Shere Khan is that the wind cries
The way I is like a bomb threat
meanin if you have my doe
i'm a blow fa
You better have heat when you hang with villian
meaning that its cold when I'm
the feelin'
Slipped on a banana peelin
I them dead on the floor with the blood's skeated to the

I was yo how that happen?
Chuck taylors down keep on rapin
The one bullet, the right place at the right
can a hell of a wave into a flat line
my style pump no blood
it weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine
man ectasy can yo spleen
tell that to the freaky jeans, know what I mean
It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the
And let my tigers the gin and tonic
man i curse so much in
but I do what the rap ask me
Have heart, hustle
heart if you dont have muscle bite the punk ear in the

no or passionate, blow weed in the face of the badest chick
yet spin a cd, I try not to get sleepy
on the grind when it's creepy, street wanna teach me
pocahantes makin money for me in the tee pee
My All Star Chuck Taylors, lace like the mayor
street ball court
rapinfied rhyme
you be like Nicky man no favor, real
I like Jimmy Hopper
reappear on
pants in the heavy starch to her

t shirts with the feature
miesha check it its the god of
Taylor down like the Ramidan
feeling,
slip up and down the banana peelin,
you got a scheme what you dealin
man the bathroom
the blunt wrapped dope in it
Its Popeye with his spinach
run around you playing tennis
and you still finished
international the party crackin like its pistachios
the got it poppin like a fashion show
make a move me birdy baby, grab the dough,
like a
i got a gift a blind jacker
put a new six packer
at south with the lock jaw
in the kitchen the rock raw
you remind me of and do do stains,
man its the shitty dope
dirty catapilla
collide like the sun and the moon
and I'm trippin of that room with the blood on the ceiling
catch ya
my chuck got me creepin
and rap
come and leave you stunned
and in
and leave my heart on the block like the glock
in the of wood man u did what you could
the little you got are you cold or hot
put it down the plot, and got knocked
and went to jail naked in ya shoes and
it up to ya woman man to move ya rocks
and the freak turned the spot a hot box
Chuck All Stars and hard stars
make my way to the bar and you are
Catch ya

Hey sister give me some of them